Every single time I write to you.
I feel so exposed.
I’m sharing a piece of me with you.
I let you see my weaknesses, my strengths
what makes me tick and what makes me smile.
I feel so exposed but so content.
All that I had bottled up inside
is now being aired out.
I let you read my mind,
I let you in.
Every single time that I write.
I feel vulnerable.
I’m afraid that you’ll hold it against me.
Every single time,
I feel so exposed
like you won’t want me.
I feel like you knowing every bit about me,
will either make you want to run
but I hope it makes you want to stay.
Every single time I write.